As the candles in the room flickered so did Joe Palmer's heart.
Candi Palmer his daughter-in-law kissed him warmly, rolling her tongue inside his cheeks. He hadn't French kissed anyone in the last fifteen years since his wife Maggie died from cancer. The thought of her came flooding back. Guilt too had a precense.
Still, his daughter-in-law's sensual allure and touch had a massive hold on that empty spot in his soul.
Straddling his lap while sitting on the bed she did her best to maintain his gentleness. Not only were her lips warm and succulent but her palms caressed his scalp and neck. The sensations were hard to overlook. After a few minutes she led her hands down to his polo shirt and began to lift it up over his waist then eventually his chest. Arms moving to escape, Joe broke the kiss just long enough to whip the shirt over his head and fling it aside.
Immediately she dove back into his kisses as his hands rolled up and down her spine. Her 34D tits pressed hard against his hairy chest and he could feel her nipples stabbing him. His left hand moved up her neckline and onto the back of her head to grip it tenderly to fuel her passion.
Her own hands trailed her nails along his shoulders and upper back. Finally, she gasped from the attention and mumbled, "Damian!" Hearing this made Joe hesitate and breath in reality.
"I can't do this, Candi. I love my son. I love you, his wife. I've gone farther these last few weeks than I should have." Her hand immediately palms over his lips and she kisses his forehead. All he could do was stare deeply into her big blue eyes and he began melting. The temptation was intense but his guilt consumed him.
Finally she nudges him back to lay on the mattress giving her the freedom to kiss his chest and neck. He merely gazed up at the ceiling until the sensations forced his eyelids shut. He gave up as she took control and continued her probing kisses down his torso and over his abs. Toiling there her fingers unbuckled his belt and unfastened his khaki's. Seconds later she had her hand down his underwear and was stroking his meaty cock.
Growling under his breath he allowed her to step off of him and escort his pants and boxers from his body.
Kneeling on the floor beside the bed she immediately forced her upper body between his legs until her tongue was rolling up his ballsack clear until it reached the foreskin of his crown. Time and time again she pelted his sack with her saliva. Nibbling and pulling at it gently. Sucking it's fullness. Her eyes daring him not to blink as hers were defying logic.
Joe grit his teeth and hissed, "Dammit, Candi!"
That was when she leapt higher to engulf his cock into her mouth and began swallowing his cock deeply. Moving up and down feverishly allowing moments away to return to licking his scrotum. The bulging ball sack mesmerized her.
He recalled the first time she had done this, in his car outside the strip club in St. Louis. Then, the second time when she took both his cock and his youngest son Kevin's dicks into her mouth at the same time. This much he definitely enjoyed. It was what was coming that he dreaded.
After warm sighs pelted his pubic region her fever was growing. She finally halted her enchantment and crawled up over him to straddle his cock. Her hand reached under and aligned it perfectly before she sat down on him. Warm wet rhythm's gyrated over Joe. His eyes fluttered to look up at her propped over him. Eye's met and stared passionately.
He could tell she was focusing her mind on Damian. This helped his regret. At least this wasn't about Joe himself he thought. Yet, it was impossible to let himself envision Maggie.
Instead he pulled her down and began kissing her again. This led him to begin thrusting up into her to compensate taking away her freedom to ride.
She moaned softly into his mouth as he was succumbing to his own hostile takeover. Long moments they softly frolicked. He then released her and nudged her to sit up. He wanted to watch her ride him.
She stared at Joe intently as she arched her hips and thighs up and down. He enjoyed her glow in the candlelight.
Watching her tits bounce and jiggle was a sight to behold. So perfect. So well poised. So delicious he thought as his fingers reached up to squeeze them in his massive hands. Finally, he pulled himself up with her still in his lap and he began sucking on her nipples one after another. Her hands roamed the back of his scalp telling him how much she approved. Scalding exhales ventured over his shoulders.
She whimpered her adoration as Joe decided to give up completely.
Lifting her 110 pound form as if nothing, with his dick still inside her he stands up. Turning around to gently cradle her back and neck in his hands. Kissing her again he slowly lays her on her back and begins to fuck her tenderly in the missionary position.
She stared intently into his eyes without blinking. Each time his crown pulled out of her pussy then plunged back in her gaze brightened up. She was in love with his approach. The perfect friction on her G-spot excited her every nerve.
"Oh,Damian. It's been so long. I've missed this so badly."
This time Joe palms her mouth and looks down at her with a creased brow.
"Candi? Back to reality. This is Joe making love to you. Now shut the hell up and start showing ME how good I make you feel."
She nods under his hand as he removes it.
"I know it's you, Joe. Believe me I do. Your every move is how Damian treats me. The way you penetrate me is identical. Don't stop, Joe. I need your love."
"I do love you, you little minx. Now shut the fuck up and kiss me."
